#but marcus flint??? eats pb by the scoopful out of the jar marcus flint?? on track to win the lineal heavyweight title marcus flint??

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deifiliaa’s grafics | 100 words in x pictures marcus flint x cho chang

every morning, marcus runs four miles before sunrise. every morning, he eats his oatmeal, and his two bananas, and his ungodly slab of peanut butter, and he tops it all off with an isagenix chocolate shake.

every morning, he shadowboxes in front of his ceiling-high bedroom windows, throwing jabs and uppercuts at an unseen opponent— his dad, usually, so it goes— and he imagines the crunch, the bleeding out, the bruises, the crowd.

every morning—

“mmm.”

—isn’t today. on this morning, his head hurts, and the new ring girl (“they wouldn’t let me fight”), cho chang, is in his bed.

#marcus flint #cho chang #marcus x cho #cho x marcus #hpedit #hp #deifiliaa grafics challenge #deifiliaa phics #whoooooooo so this has been sitting in my drafts for a little too long but it's finally the weekend so i had time to fine tune some things #and post it up for public consumption; anyway I LOVE THEM #so if i had more time and more muse to write i'd definitely write this fic but alas i do not have either HOWEVER #this fic is basically an excuse to write cho chang and marcus flint sparring with each other after hours in his family's gym #and like yeah she could go toe to toe with him pretty well. shockingly well even. but she's not cleared to go back into fighting; #something something concussion history; something something emotional trauma that freezes her up sometimes #anyway she lives for the ring tho. it's what she's spent most of her adult life doing. but like the only way she can be back in #is as the RING GIRL. the girl who holds up the cards between rounds. it's a downgrade. it's humiliating. her skills are more than that. #but everyone keeps telling her that it's good she's doing /something/. but no. not really. it's frustrating. she wants to pull her hair out. #but marcus flint??? eats pb by the scoopful out of the jar marcus flint?? on track to win the lineal heavyweight title marcus flint?? #they meet at a rave one night (thanks marietta) and like... he gets it. being frustrated. wanting to fight. being in the ring. #anyway they drink too much after exchanging clever boxing/drinking wordplay about light and heavyweights and... #he wakes up to her in his bed the next morning. and she has a TATTOO #anyway there'd be a lot of sweet moments in this fic. a SHAME that all of these moments are just shelved in my mind. waiting for attention. #also whoooooooo yeah you all can thank andrea @provocative-envy for planting and singlehandedly growing my love for them